Sunday, July 29, 2012

This story dates back more than a quarter of a century
ago. A 17-year old boy traveled by train from Madras
to Sangli, a small town in the heart of the sugar belt of Maharashtra.
In the train, the boy immersed himself in books on chess, playing out games
of champions of the past on a board spread out in front of him. An elderly
co-passenger, amused at the boy’s interest in the game, asked him if they
could play a game or two. The boy agreed, and it was soon clear to the
gentleman that his age and experience was no match to the boy’s talent at the
board. “What is your name? You play quite well!” asked the somewhat shaken gentleman, trying to salvage his bruised pride at having been beaten by a young
lad perhaps one-third his age. “My name is Anand”, came the reply, “I am the champion of the country”.

A young Vishwanathan Anand, at that time in 1986, was on his
way to the National Junior (Under-19) Chess Championships at Sangli, but he was
already a National Champion (seniors) then, having won the National Chess
Championship a year earlier at the age of 16. Needless to say, Anand won the Sangli Juniors
with ease, went to the World Junior Championship, won that too and in the
next few months, became the first Chess Grandmaster of the country.

The rest, as they say, is
history. But my intent here is not to profile Anand and his trophies, of which
there are many, as enough material is already available on the internet. Nor do I plan to write about the other qualities of this
exceptional gentleman, such as his extraordinary memory, amazing speed and
spotlessly clean character. Why then do I say that Anand is the greatest
sportsman this country has ever produced?

Vishwanathan Anand walks in for his game against Boris Gelfand in the World Chess Championships, Moscow 2012 (Photo Courtesy: www.chesstrainer.com)

Anand has spawned an industry. Thanks to Anand, the game has acquired the status of a 'sport' and become a household name in the country. Today, hundreds of eight-and-ten
year olds can be seen sitting across the board and fighting their wits in inter-school chess tournaments. A plethora of chess commentators, journalists, organizers
and coaches are able to make a comfortable living solely out of the game. The game has
been introduced in schools in Gujarat and Tamil Nadu,
while Punjab Government would be recruiting chess coaches, the newspaper
announced last week. The country now boasts of a
staggering 26 Grandmasters, 12 Women Grandmasters and an astonishing 76
International Masters of the game. When Anand started playing, India had no Grandmasters, and the number of International Masters was probably in single digits. India
now ranks 8th on the FIDE’s (World Chess Federation) ranking of
countries, a ranking based not just on Anand's strength but on the average strength of its top 10 players. This is far better than India’s
ranking in any other sport that is played in a large
number of nations and would make India a serious contender for a medal at any Chess Olympiad. India’s
success at chess is not restricted to Anand’s individual talent alone; it has
percolated down to the rank and file in the country. Clearly, Anand has elevated the
status of the game in the country of its origin, and this, to my mind, is
Anand’s biggest contribution to the game.

Before Anand burst on to the national scene, Satyajit Ray’s Shatranj Ke Khiladi, which portrayed chess in
none too flattering a fashion, dominated public memory of the game. Like that gentleman in the train, the game would evoke amusement & curiosity at best, and contempt at worst. A
chess player would be seen as a wayward maverick, who had lost his way
and was unable to do something more meaningful in life. Anand gave the game a respectability it deserved. Anand created benchmarks that are worthy of emulation.

As I drove home from office, an advertisement
announcing an upcoming chess tournament in the city played on the radio. As I listened to the ad, these were the thoughts that rankled in my mind….

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Bulgaria is a lovely little country of around 7
million people tucked away East of Europe. When I visited the country around 5
years ago, one of the things that struck me as remarkable was the complete
absence of any security apparatus anywhere in the country. Being used to the
intimidating presence of gun totting security guards, metal detectors and
frisking at every nook and corner of the country, the absence of a threat
perception among Bulgarians was astonishing.

When I checked into my rented apartment on
arriving in the country, my agent – an old lady probably in her fifties -
helped me to settle down and showed the place around. At one instance, I had
some difficulty understanding the strange locking system on the outer door of
my apartment, which she was trying to explain. After a few unsuccessful
attempts at teaching me how to lock & unlock the door, she politely said
that if I found I could not understand the lock, I could leave the door open
while going to office - no one would take anything! I looked at her in total
disbelief, but over the next few weeks realized she had really meant it.

Outside the President's Residence - the guards have gone home!

My office, at that time, was located right
in the front of the President’s Residence, in the heart of the capital citySofia. The majestic building stood there almost
discreetly, watching life go by. There would only be one security guard at the
gate who stood on duty for the entire building. He too would leave at6:00 PMin the evening and after that, there would
be no one! The National Assembly, which stood a stone’s throw away, looked
similarly commonplace. You could easily walk up the stairs or take photographs,
with no one even casting a glance at what you were doing. No rifle wielding commandos,
no cars flashing their red beacons, no VIP cavalcades bringing traffic to a
halt. It was clear to me that Bulgarians had no enemies, nothing to fear. Having
come out of the Iron Curtain, the country had at that time one of the highest
growth rates in Europe and was looking forward optimistically to joining the
European Union.

In fact, the only time I saw any security
presence in the country was when the then U.S. President George Bush visitedSofia. For his visit, some of the principal
roads in the city were cordoned off, traffic was diverted and there were
policemen all around. The night before Mr. Bush was due to arrive, as I walked
home late from office, a policeman stopped me and asked for my identity. After
showing him my papers and answering a few questions, I proceeded home. Clearly,
Mr. Bush had enemies, though the Bulgarians didn’t.

Last week, a powerfulbomb ripped across the coastal city ofBurgas in
Eastern Bulgaria, killing 5 Israeli tourists and injuring
many others. The tragic attack has shattered the peace and harmony of this beautiful
country. If the attack changes this permanently, it would be a sad day indeed.